Well, Connor, I think you picked a bad time to mess with the GM. Just saying.
Anyway, I don't have the authority or ability to address your complaints, but have you brought them up in private with Pappy? If not, I strongly suggest doing so, and probably removing them from the main thread. They seem rather private in nature; putting them in here is just going to undermine and annoy Pappy, and generally make the situation worse.
I mean, we're not out to ruin your fun. But I would argue that if you want to have that fun, you need to go along with the GM a bit more. Being confrontational isn't going to help anyone, least of all yourself.
I dunno, sorry if I'm overreaching my bounds here, and sorry if I'm not making any sense. I'm fucking tired.
>Dirk: You're not exactly how on earth that's supposed to be logical, but okay. Sure.
You fall out the window, flailing your limbs wildly (You notice now of all times that your left hand is still flesh and blood. Neat.), but soon find that you're apparently capable of flying. Also neat.
You find that your tower is not exactly built on solid ground. No, it and its neighbors are actually built on a moon, locked in place by a massive chain tethering it to a dark planet far below. This violet world, shrouded in the shadows of the outer rim, is covered by a silent city, the majority of its streets empty and lifeless. A few figures can be seen navigating the winding alleys and passages that criss-cross the sphere, hastily making their way towards their destination.
After flying around for a bit, you find yourself staring at an enormous palace, with seven tall towers rising from its base, each topped by a brightly glowing orb.
All in all, it's a very ominous place.
[small]The sound of the reaper's scythe echoes throughout your session. Be wary.[/small]
>Chas: You head towards that closet over there in the corner. You know the one.
Opening the door, you find that there's suddenly a box tucked away in the back, one that you've never noticed before. It pretty much just screams "TREASURE!"
In addition, your vaguely Daredevil-ish powers clue you into the fact that the box is probably booby-trapped. So, you should probably proceed with caution.
>Connor: The TURTLE happily accepts your BOONDOLLARS, handing you an empty glass BOTTLE and a fancy PALM LEAF HAT.
Well. Okay then. Let's see here, where should I begin?
First, I should probably apologize for the rather derisive tone of my post earlier today. Real life shenanigans have not been kind to me as of late (Finals, awkward family discussions, basement flooding, etc.). I've got a good case of first world problems, and I sort of let that carry over into my post. That should not have happened, and I'd like to apologize for that.
Second, while I admit to having control over the dungeons/NPCS/quests in this RP, the one thing I don't really have control over is you guys, the players. I have no control over A. The content of your posts or B. The regularity of your posts. It's up to you to tell me what your character is doing, and I'll tell you what happens. I will not force you to ever take an action or make a certain choice (Although I reserve the right to obscene amounts of railroading).
So, forgive me if I fail to be moved by your plaintive tale of lost brohood between your and Waffle's characters. Did I design the floating labyrinth in which Xavier Lee finds himself fighting for his life? Yes, yes I did. Did I force said fellow to explore this dungeon, to plumb its hidden nooks and crannies? No, no I did not. Did I do anything to prevent him from leaving the dungeon, or to stop your character from making the journey to the Land of Clouds and Feathers? Again, the answer is no. I have done nothing to prevent your union. Do not hold me responsible.
Third, I'll try to address the "uptightness" of this thread. I say try to, because I honestly don't know what you're talking about. Eye gashing, hand dismemberment, succumbing to your inner hate, yeah, I can see how that might be seen as somewhat serious and straightforward character development. Troll drama? Sure, I suppose that could be seen as superfluous. As it stands, however, said content has taken up, at most, three pages of this RP. The other 44 pages are mostly comprised of out of character jokes and callbacks, stupid references to Homestuck, anime, or various internet stuff. With the exception of the time I played "Drunken Bear Fighter" with my friends, this is the least formal, serious, or uptight RP I've ever been a part of. So, yeah.
Fourth, if you, or anyone has a problem with how this RP is going, just let me know. To make this perfectly clear, I will put it in caps. Hell, I'll even bold it.
IF ANYONE HAS ANY PROBLEM WITH HOW THIS RP IS GOING, BE IT MY (MOST LIKELY) INCOMPETENT GM-ING, THE NATURE OF YOUR LAND/CONSORTS/DUNGEONS/WHATEVER, OR HOW ANOTHER PLAYER IS ACTING, FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW ABOUT IT. I WILL, TO A REASONABLE EXTENT, DO WHAT I CAN TO SATISFY EVERYONE.
Fifth, and I'm sorry that I have to come out and say this, but I simply cannot, I repeat, CANNOT take you or your complaints seriously. You've thrown one too many tantrums over not getting your way, and it makes it very hard to take anything you do or say seriously. At all. So, while I will take my role as the GM, and the accompanying responsibilities, with nothing but the utmost seriousness, and will therefore do everything I can to resolve these problems your having, I want to make sure you know that as a person, as a citizen of the internet, I just see your rant as more whining.
Finally, I'm entirely flummoxed by your concluding remark.
Anyways, you go head to a random interesting location on the map the turtle gave you.
>CG: Didn't think you had it in you not to rape, Pappy.
The only point of that was to piss you off, and it seems I failed terribly. Epically even. To the point of a personal win for me.
All I can say is, well done. You've easily thrown by me into rage like the classic rage face at a few times in the past, with out me even trying, but it appears me trying is what leaded to it's failure.
It appears I should leave the trolling to those who slow clap for what they agree with, which may be ironically.
However, I did scare a few people into thinking you were gonna flip shit. I'm sure Benndak was expecting you to not get mad, but who knows with that guy.
Anyways, guess my game is played. Counter trolled and kinda looking like an idiot.
And I still wouldn't have it any other way. I am happy with this RP, cool shit has happened. It's more up to us users if cool shit happens or not, me included. I wasn't even trolling with that. I totally love you guys. It's just you're all so serious at times, I don't see the point in that. I'm never said fun doesn't happen, but most of the time that isn't just adventuring or serous plot bullshit, then it's just a few jokes every know and then. I"m not saying the seriousness don't have it's place, but if we have too much, which while I can't say is fully true, it is an increasing notable issue. I think what little jokes me, Waffles, Benndak, and even Pappy for a lot of the time, are what make this worth RPing for.
Anyways, if I did troll any of you somehow, I am sorry. Looking back, it was a bad move. I'm sure I didn't though, but whatever.
But anyways, that cake is getting lonely in the fridge. I won't wait til my character gets back for someone to eat it.
Naaa.Anything you would have said has already been said by people who are probably better at saying it then you.Also,you admit you have no idea why people find trolling fun.
>Greg:Walk around in armor
You walk around your LIVING ROOM in your new "shiny" ARMOR.You can't move very fast and you flexibility is kind of gone,but hey!You LOOK like a real Knight now!
You take a moment to revel in that fact.
OK.Moment over.
You contemplate trying to see if you could combine your SHIRT,abit without the blood stains,with the ARMOR,but it would probably cost another LOAD of GRIST.That and Illire gave it to you.You feel it would be kind of rude to change his design any.
Now you need another opinion on how you look.And you know just who to ask.
Your intense GENRE-SAVVINESS informs you that this is almost certainly the palace (as what else could it be but a palace?) of the main villain of the game, what with its dark atmosphere, ominous architecture, and devilishly stylish use of purple. You would almost certainly encounter enemies if you entered this terrible place.
And yet... you take this as a perfect opportunity for a little scouting mission. Maybe find out a little about the WHITE-SUITED AGENT. You slip in through a window, wary of whomever might be within.
>CJ: Be pissed at Connor
Fuck that, I'm pissed at enough shit right now to go into detail on why someone shouldn't be an overly-entitled brat when, frankly, the GM has done their best to cater to their every whim without turning this RP into an EVEN MORE blatant wish-fulfillment scenario than the usual RP.
What you need to remember, Connor, is that this isn't just you and the GM here. There are a multitude of real people present in this thread, all doing things with their characters. Pappy has to keep track of all of that, and he has to run it all together and try to make a coherent story. Andrew Hussie is a master at weaving plot threads together, but they all come from his own head. His best laid plans will never be fucked up by someone deciding they want to ignore Plot Point A to check out Shiny Nickel B. In a way, Pappy works even harder than Hussie, because he's got real people making sometimes remarkably stupid decisions to deal with.
He does NOT need you being a troll. Frankly, that's pretty immature and bratty of you to try and put extra stress on the GM because you think it's somewhat funny. It's not. It's really not, the only one laughing here is you. At this point I wouldn't blame Pappy if he gave your character a gloriously embarrassing death, or simply kicked you out and handed your character's reins over to somebody else. You are a part of this RP because Pappy wills it, the least you can do is show him a little respect.
>Chas: As you tear into the box with reckless, youth-like abandon, you are greeted by the imminent explosion of a pair of old fragmentation mines. Said explosion sends you hurtling backwards, slamming into the far wall, and knocking a large portion off your HEALTH VIAL.
However, you are at this point a high enough level to not be slain by a mere booby-trap, and are soon able to climb back to your feet. It seems that the worst casualties are your suit and hat, which have a torn sleeve and is missing their brim, respectively.
Nonetheless, you are soon able to examine, in full, the contents of the MYSTERIOUS BOX. You find THE CASSOCK'S EYEPATCH! Also, an old bottle of vodka, your family genealogy, and a small pile of cash.
>Connor: As it would be hypocritical of me to control your character at this point, I'll have to ask you to be more specific. Do you want to head to the mysterious cave, the mysterious temple, or the mysterious Third Gate?
>Dirk: As you climb in through an ornate window, you find that the Palace is strangely devoid of life. You can hear the frantic scurrying of a few people running about, but it's not nearly enough to justify having such a huge place.
Anyway, you soon find yourself at an intersection in a long hallway. Several signs are on the wall, thankfully written in good ol' English.
They read:
THRONE ROOM
BARRACKS
DETENTION CENTER
ARMORY
ARCH-REGENT
KITCHENS
HANGER
>GM: Be confused, and slightly pissed. Right, can do.
So, all of this, ALL OF IT, was just an attempt to get some kicks by possibly making someone mad? Is that honestly what you consider fun? Is that seriously how you want people to view you?
Whatever amount of respect I still had for you, whatever slivers of affection still clung to me, have successfully been dashed to pieces. So, well done. I no longer view you as anything more than an annoyance. And a rather incompetent annoyance at that.
So, here's the bottom line. You've got two strikes. No, that's a lie, you've got way more than two. But, I was willing to overlook the personal insults and pesters, the mental blows that you inflicted (Intentionally or not) upon my already cracking psyche for the sake of maintaining a coherent RP. We've already lost two players, I don't want to lose another.
That said, while I can deal with whatever annoyances you throw my way, if you ever, EVER, show this degree of disrespect for your fellow players, I will not hesitate to kick you from this RP.
You've got one more chance. I would advise that you don't fucking blow it.
[03:37:16] -- lilySprite [LS] began pestering ghostKnight [GK] at 15:37 --
[03:37:23] GK: Lily!
[03:37:24] LS: Hello Greg.
[03:37:37] GK: How do I look?!?!
[03:37:50] LS: Quite intimidating.
[03:38:35] LS: What kind of armor is that?
[03:39:51] GK: It was given to me by one of the trolls.Imperial Drone Armor,I think it was called..
[03:40:12] GK: Though I have no idea what an Imperial Drone is..
[03:40:21] LS: Ooh, very nice. It looks strong.
[03:41:49] GK: I may have to change up the color a bit.Looking intimidating could help in some situations,but in others it could cause problems :/
[03:42:32] LS: Indeed. Wise words.
[03:43:11] GK: I would like to think I haven't gone totally nuts Lily
[03:43:44] LS: Oh no, I don't think you've gone that far quite yet.
[03:43:44] GK: I just needed someone to remind me of things I had forgotten
[03:43:54] GK: ..Wait..yet?
[03:44:19] LS: No one knows what the future may hold.
[03:45:21] GK: Very true..well..except for Dirk maybe..him being the Mentor of Time and all..
[03:46:03] LS: Even so, the ability to travel through time does not allow one to know what surprises may lie in future.
[03:47:26] GK: He might know more then the rest of us.Though his Future doomed self defintely knows alot more then us.
[03:47:44] LS: True.
[03:48:51] GK: Hey Lily..about what you siad earlier..about the Denizen in my land
[03:49:28] LS: Yes?
[03:50:11] GK: Is he/she an agent of Derse?Or just a very big minion of Derse?
[03:51:29] GK: Or a slave of Derse?
[03:51:44] LS: They are what they are.
[03:52:04] LS: They are what they are.
[03:52:47] GK: I see..so I will just have to find out what they are for myself then
[03:53:07] LS: Exactly.
[03:53:38] GK: I once again thank you for everything Lily.I would hug you..but I don't want to poke you with this armor.
[03:53:54] LS: Oh, it's fine. Come here.
[03:54:02] GK: :hug Lily:
[03:56:23] LS: Anything else you wanted to talk about?
[03:56:46] GK: No..I think I have bugged you enough for now..thanks again for everything Lily
[03:57:09] LS: Of course Greg. It's why I'm here.
[03:57:10] LS: Be safe.
[03:57:52] GK: I will try.Until next time,my fair maiden
[03:57:57] -- ghostKnight [GK] ceased pestering lilySprite [LS] at 15:57 --
You thank Lily once again and head back to your HOME,the spring having returned to your step.
Once you are inside,you contemplate what color you will want to make the ARMOR.You could go with the color of the phoenix but you think you will go with white.Less of a scary color.
Before you do that you try to make another SHIRT OF THE WHITE RAVEN and a six more CAPTCHACARDS.
You then combine your old SHIRT OF THE WHITE RAVEN with your ARMOR.
Combine:SHIRT OF THE WHITE RAVEN&&IMPERIAL DRONE ARMOR=PSCHOOOOOOO
>Xavier: Pacify the beast Look, I really don't want to fight right now! If we both think rationally, you can go back to sleep and I can get the hell out of here!
You state, pocketing your knife, however still on your guard.
>Dirk: You follow the signs through a virtual labyrinth of hallways, before finally finding yourself standing outside a rather cluttered office. You can see mountains of paperwork through the slightly grimy window, a small desk (Piled high with more paperwork) and three walls of six monitors (Which are currently turned off).
Hung from the door is a sign that used to read, "Back in five minutes." The five minutes part, however, has been crossed out and replaced by, "Mind your own damn business."
Well. Looks like the ARCH-REGENT is currently off somewhere else. What's the plan? Go somewhere else? Break into the office? Burn everything to the ground?
>Greg: You create the ALTERNIAN STORMTROOPER GUARD! Basically the IMPERIAL DRONE ARMOR colored white, with black highlights at the joints. In addition, the <3 and <3- symbols have been replaced by a black outline of a RAVEN and a PHOENIX, respectively.
>Xavier: As soon as you begin talking, the beast swoops in your direction again, swiping at your head with its claws. Luckily, your dodge skill is high enough to avoid the attack, and the monster passes you harmlessly, making its way towards one of the walls again.
You create the PIRATE'S EYE CANNON! An eyepatch that shoots lasers. Neat.
You create the WE ARE THE DEAD! Basically the same eyepatch (That still shoots lasers) except more glam covered and David Bowie-ish. Really no better way to describe it then that.
Finally, you create the DEAD EYE IMPLANTS! A pair of retractable eyepatches (Still capable of laser shooting, and still very glamorous) built to be stuck into your face, much like the sunglasses worn by Jensen. Looks like you're probably going to need some help with getting these attached, unless your capable of performing detailed ocular surgery on yourself.
>Xavier: Sigh
Hurm...Guess you'll have do it the old-fashion way. You take out TCM-D and STARLIGHT SHIV.
>KNIFETECH LVL 28: X[sup]2[/sup]
While the beast falls back, you fly up to him delivering a FLURRY OF SLASHES like, the ALLUDED HYPOTHETICAL DELIVERER OF SLASHES, you seemingly enfixed with.
[hr] >Waffles: Drive away any lingering intensity by commenting on the recent update
My God, Hussie you fucking comic genius, I haven't laughed so hard in sweeps. Well done sir, well done.
OK, think, Dirk. Surely there must be some way you can break in? You consider breaking down the door, but you decide that's probably a bit too violent. You don't want to just piss off the ARCH-REGENT, whoever that is. You are looking for information, not new enemies. You then consider sneaking in. But to do that, you'd likely need a KEY to get through the door.
You scan the halls, hoping to find some CLUELESS DERSITE with access to the place.
Hmmm, yes, what to chose, what to chose. You pick the third gate. You feel like giving Chas a hello that's long over due. You don't really care if Blue wants him to kill you, as you figured by now.
You leave the village back the way you came, get some water in your bottle, and you go though the temple, kill any baddies inside, go though the third gate, and attack the nearest thing around it.
And wear you're awesome hat. That is what you are calling it now. It's awesome, and it's a hat, and it's an Adventure Time reference. You feel you should make more of those from now on. Enough vidya, more cartoons. Vidya is too serous anyway, and too time consuming, as you can tell by playing this game.
But, you are still having fun. You pretty sure you can say that much.
>Chas: It seems that equipping the IMPLANTS through your sylladex does little more than place them upon your face. Yes, their in position, but they're still not really attached.
>Monster: Lv 41 BATTLETECH: BLEED EVERYWHERE. As Xavier's knives cleave through the beast's armor, it shrieks in pain, twin splatters of blood erupting from its wounds. The monster has taken significant damage, and one of its wings is out of commission.
The creature awkwardly scuttles along the ground, its one good ear still twitching.
>Dirk: Sadly, you are unable to find any DERSITES of the CLUELESS persuasion roaming through the halls. It appears that they're likely off doing something silly, and possibly plot related.
You do, however, stumble into a CAREFREE SOLDIER, a Dersite dressed in a plain uniform. Of similar height and build to LR (Without the scars, obviously) he gives you a cautious glance, before speaking.
As you leap through the Third Gate, you find yourself landing on top of a rather tall house, with various ALCHEMY EQUIPMENT on top of it. You note that you're apparently in a different land, one with thousands of tiny stars shining overhead and small pillars of metal sticking out of the ground.
The nearest thing to the Gate is some kid in dress clothes, trying to put a couple of EYEPATCH things over his eyes.
Your attack (Presumably with your batkind) slams directly into said kid's face, driving the EYEPATCHES into his skin.
You do so! Clearly these ZANY SIDEQUESTS are nothing but unimportant distractions! You can't afford any pointless grinding; it's time to get your shit together and advance in the main game.
>Rich: Buy MAP, 5 SPARE COGS, and both FRAYMOTIFS so long as funding allows (if it does not, buy the STRETTO BURST); then examine MAP, attempt to determine which way you're supposed to go in order to progress in the main game, and lead Sheriff Quickdraw along this route.
The word "brevity" inexplicably crosses your mind. You wonder what this could possibly be implying.
I haven't read what's been posted yet. Posting anyways.
I may of not been the best RPer, and now I may come kill the little chance I had to prove otherwise, but I may want point out something. No, wait, I'm sure I want to point something out. In fact a few things.
First, I will make it clear as a minor spoiler that, I wasn't really trying to troll in the first place. I was trying to invoke a reaction, and I was hoping it be taken lightly and light hearted, but I see I am no comedian, much like the rest of us, and my first post reactions was met with mild anger from some, and annoyance from others.
Now, that being all said, the reaction was not too too large, and that would be my own fault for any reaction in the first place. Pappy, annoyed, a tiny bit, or at least by everyone else. I was only in it for the coconut cake joke. Funny how such little things turn so large. Anyways, Pappy at a glance didn't seem upset. Maybe he was just that, annoyed.
He said, in bold, all cap, italic text that he would listen to any one's concerns and do his best to help.
This was not because he was upset, but because he was wanting to make his point.
But, what about the concerns I posted at first. Were they really made note of, or ignored? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that. I don't even care if you disagree. I'm only putting out my point of view, as to explain my next post that put me on hot ice.
First off, my second post over saying that I was trolling before, was trolling itself. My apology, it may of been needed, but I don't think it maters seeing how you responded to it, was made for that post itself, not the last one.
Now, the fabrication of me saying my last post was trolling, was yes, a fabrication. I used it, however, ironically. It's ironic because, you all believe my attempt was trolling first off after and maybe before reading it, and also, the opposite was quite quite true, where that post did make one person really really pissed off, and made the GM relieve his true feelings over our relations.
But, I was willing to overlook the personal insults and pesters, the mental blows that you inflicted (Intentionally or not) upon my already cracking psyche
First off, he said personal insults and pesters. I may have been pestering him a little more than needed, as in attempts to become friends with him. But he, for one, didn't really care about me wanting to be his friend(at the time), and two, took our differences in opinion on the RP as personal attacks to him. I guess that's where he gets insults from.
And I already knew of the mental blows, which we where related to him disagreeing with me on something in the RP, and him having fit over my persistence over that something he backed down on anyways. Also, after writing a message apologising, that anger lead to him sending me an entire message 500 to 800 word message, about 2 months ago, over how much he didn't like me, all in attempt to hurt my feelings, and well, do what you think I?m trying to do now (I'll get back to this later) He also failed pretty hard at insulting me, they were all things I heard before and couldn't care about. Then he came back 4 days later and apologised. I accepted it, obviously, and and I attempted to keep our disagreements peaceful, or at least as best I could. Failed hard at it myself, I take blame for that.
And you know Pappy, I tired to be you friend, and I tired to be cool with our arguments, and I did pretty well at looking past them to see you as a good person. But, if you can't handle that we disagree on shit, and that I don't back down so easily, then you can report me for this post and get me put on probation or worse. But, I just want you to know, I don't and can't really hate you. You don't seem like a bad guy at all. You're just as trouble and messed up a little inside like me, and we both know that's true.
But, even if it's wrong and I'm the crazy one, or you are, I still can't hate you, no mater how much you respond to my trolling negatively, no mater how annoyed you get, no mater how much you slowed down the plot, and no mater how much you ignore me, weather what I'm saying is important or not.
This entire post may even make you mad, but I think some how you won't get mad. Like, at all. Just annoyed, but not mad.
I already know this, I'm just projecting. Really, if I troll anyone and get taken seriously, which I have made clear are never my intentions for this thread, then I guess I really just add up to this.
Which is pretty much my relationship with Benndak
OK, not really, he?s trolled me bad.
So yeah, go and hit that report button. I personally would love to stay in this RP, add something meaningful. But hey, if you really think I'm not worth it, and blocking me on PC and ignoring any message I give you isn't enough, then please. Do yourself the favor and do what you think is right. A wise man told me that you can't control other people's choices. And, I guess I should of learned that by now, maybe if I did you won?t hate me.
Also, my good byes to everyone if I get banned or taken out or something.
CJ, I just skimmed your message. All I can say is you are mad. Unless you meant pissed as in drunk. Well, getting drunk to me would be pretty cool. I'm really flattered. (I am just joking though, sorry guy I don't know very well at all.)
Waffles, we both know the amount of GM sharing and character sharing inside Mall Fight, don't be a hypocrite man. You know me Coolio Guy, I am just trolling.
Nite: I figure you won't really care about this entire ordel when it boils down to the point. You're pretty smart for a guy like you. Keep doing what your doing
Benndak: You saw all this coming a mile away. You knew this would be a crappy troll attempt that I would fuck up while writing and make it a sappy farewell in the case that Pappy or anyone else reports me. But hey, whatever man. You keep doing what you do.
Metriod: I don't really know anything about you. At all. I don't have anything to say really other than good luck and stuff(emphasis on stuff).
Well, now I am the longest self inserter. It's me.
And also bad at soap box style post, it's not even funny.
Please, just hit the report button. I think the embarrassment is killing me enough.
>CG: See what's been posted after you wrote all that.
...Maybe if you hate me so much, you should just kill me off. At least you'll get the bloodily satisfaction you're all looking for. Now I know how Virska feels, minus the failed romance with John.
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